We’re all hiding in the closet to keep away from the boogie-man. Slamming doors and screaming at the top of Its lungs at no one in particular. “Eat your fucking spaghetti.” Not caring that It dropped it in the floor 5 minutes ago because she was talking. Taking up space that could be occupied by other things. Taking up space that could be occupied by nothing at all. Just as long as it wasn’t her.
We’re all hiding in the closet to keep away from her. Slamming doors and screaming at the top of her lung at no one in particular. “I’ll get you more spaghetti.” Not caring that the boogie-man dropped it in the floor 5 minutes ago. Just trying to keep the peace. Peace without a belt. Peace in the closet. Peace behind the bed. Peace in the corner. Peace in hell.
The world’s going to hell and we’re all hiding in the closet.